What I Do

These words are the scars on my heart

The ones that didn’t make it to my arms

But I need them

and they need me

I don’t write to remember

I don’t write to forget

I don’t write to heal

I remember, and it hurts

I write because I remember

And I remember so I won’t stop speaking

 

The worst thing I could do is not have anything to say

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